φιλοσοφία

φιλοσοφία

I read an article recently on the wonderful Introvert, Dear (get on it, fellow wallflowers) that began with the following: As an INFJ empath, you probably never feel more alone than when you’re in a room full of disingenuous people….

A Parallel Paradox

A Parallel Paradox

Sometimes it feels as if I’m existing in two different worlds. There’s this one world, where time seems to lose all meaning; I become everything and nothing, existing entirely in the present moment. I can do no wrong in this…

Gone Girl

Gone Girl

It was sometime before the turn of the new year, when I finished reading Gone Girl; for reason’s unknown I am just getting around to writing about the experience now, several months after the fact. I had intended to pen my…

Inappropriate Probings

Inappropriate Probings

It was a short text message that flashed on my screen yesterday morning- on Valentine’s Day- that stirred in me a desire to pick up the peann at this late hour, in an act of defiant retaliation. But before I go…

The Battle

The Battle

Two years ago to the day at the time of writing, I made a decision, in what was initially an attempt to seize back some control. The months and years that have transpired since could be best described as a continuous…

Gratefully Aware

Gratefully Aware

Have you ever found yourself stepping outside the confines of your physical being to observe your surroundings; a “Holy shit, am I really here?” moment in which you become a spectator. A sort of out-of-body experience (stay with me) that leaves…

New Year Musings: F*ck The Countdown

New Year Musings: F*ck The Countdown

The dawn of a new year creeps through the slit in the curtains; a rude awakening. Emerging from a self-induced coma, the remnants of the previous night begin to pound against your skull and scratch the roof of your mouth;…

The Zahir

The Zahir

If you haven’t read a Paulo Coelho novel before, approach with caution. Each and every page is filled with profound wisdom; powerful messages lay hidden between each line with the potential to turn your perception of life inside out and…

Arigato, My Good Friend

Arigato, My Good Friend

Many moons ago- I can’t quite say exactly how long as the ol’ memory ain’t what she used to be- I took the decision to do Transition Year. Partly because the very thought of spending a year free from homework and the monotony of regular…

Surprise, Surprise

Surprise, Surprise

The lights go down: the blackout treatment. Goosebumps. As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I, Their armoured lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by, No pipe did hum, no battle drum did…